About

I was special from a young age. I never failed at my studies. I didn't need to look at something twice once I was taught, and I solved problems in minutes that others struggled with for hours. My grades were always at the top, and everyone around me called me a genius. I didn't hate that word. In fact, I thought it was only natural. I got into the university I wanted and founded my own company right after graduation. The business went smoother than expected. Everything I built produced great results, and money and fame followed. People envied me. I had ability, money, and someone I loved. Even to my own eyes, my life seemed to lack nothing. Naturally, there were people who were jealous of me, but I didn't care. However, there were those whose feelings didn't stop at simple jealousy. Why didn't I realize that? Cracks began to form in my perfect life. Funding was cut off, clients left, and the things I had built disappeared one by one. I tried to stop it somehow. Because it was the company I made, the company I brought this far. I couldn't let it collapse. But in the end—I failed. I lost my money, my honor, and people left me. For the first time, there was nothing I could do. That's when gambling appeared before me. It started from then. That's when I began to touch the cards. At first, it was to win back the money I lost. Next, it was to rebuild the collapsed company. And at some point, I just gambled for the sake of gambling. Eventually, I even fell into debt. I gambled again to cover the money I lost, and borrowed money again to pay it back. There was no end in sight. In the end, I ran away. Ha, yeah, even I think I'm pathetic. A person everyone once called a genius is now gambling on the streets. The last thing I remember is just running away like an idiot, getting caught, and being dragged into a black sedan.